the rain was unfalling
all over the world
and pouring out of my eyes
like they were the only clouds in the entire atmosphere
and all the humidity of humanity needed needed to be released
immediately, furiously
violently
their were earthquakes in my head and the rubble and debris scattered like evidence over my skin
mudslides in my lungs
it had gotten so hard to breathe
i felt like those bodies encased in the molten at Pompeii
forever
i felt like a statue
i felt like someone grabbed my shoulders and hurled me to the ground
shattering me until i was powder, dust
picked up and lifted away by the wind only to be breathed into some Armenian mans lungs across the country
I'm sure he has bad luck now
